Reincarnated with a Military System in Another World

Chapter 6: Infiltration Part 1

Chapter 6: Infiltration Part 1



Two kilometers. Vincent would have covered that distance alone in just under 30 minutes. But with Luminova in tow, it might take longer, especially given her lack of experience with rough terrain and her recent ordeal.

Vincent led the way, his senses heightened and his eyes scanning the dense forest around them.

"Keep close and follow my steps," Vincent instructed quietly, making sure Luminova was just a step behind him. He could tell she was nervous, her eyes darting around, trying to take in everything.Updated chapters at novelhall.com

As they walked, Vincent pointed out tracks on the ground and broken twigs-signs that people had recently passed through this area.

"Bandits likely use this path regularly. We need to be extra careful," he explained, his voice barely a whisper.

Luminova nodded, her grip on the small handgun Vincent had given her tightening. She was clearly out of her comfort zone, but there was a determination in her eyes. She wasn't going to let her fear control her.

After what felt like an hour, Vincent stopped suddenly, holding up his hand for Luminova to halt.

"There's the camp," he whispered, nodding towards a clearing ahead where smoke curled up between the trees.

From their hidden vantage point behind thick bushes, they could see the outlines of several makeshift tents and hear the low murmur of voices. Vincent counted the figures moving around the camp and there were approximately thirty visible from their position, possibly more inside the tents or out of sight.

"That's the camp!" Luminova inadvertently raised her voice.

Vincent quickly placed his hand over her mouth, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign that her outburst had been heard. After a moment, satisfied they hadn't attracted attention, he slowly removed his hand.

"Sorry," Luminova whispered, her face flushing with embarrassment. She took a deep breath, then continued in a much lower tone, "I remember now... The layout, everything. I saw where they took my master."

Then, turning his attention to the sleeping guard, Vincent approached him. Without hesitation, he covered the man's mouth with one hand to muffle any potential noise, and with the other, he slit his throat. The guard's body jerked once before growing still under Vincent's firm hold.

With both guards silently neutralized, Vincent wiped his blade on the grass and sheathed it. He scanned the area quickly to ensure no one had noticed. Satisfied that the perimeter was still secure, he proceeded deeper into the camp. He used the tents for covers and encountered five bandits towards him from different directions.

Reacting swiftly, Vincent raised his silenced M17 handgun. Within the span of just three seconds, he fired five shots, headshotting them.

The quiet thuds of their bodies hitting the ground were barely audible, drowned out by the crackling of the nearby campfire. Vincent quickly dragged the bodies into the shadows of the tents, ensuring they were out of sight to avoid immediate detection.

With the immediate threat neutralized, Vincent took a moment to survey his surroundings. He was deep inside the enemy camp now.

Inside the tent, he found six women, all naked and huddled together. Their bodies bore visible bruises and scars-clear signs of physical abuse.

Vincent's jaw clenched as he took in the horrific scene. Anger boiled within him, but he suppressed it, focusing on the task at hand. The women cowered as he entered, fearing he was another tormentor to continue their nightmare.

"I'm here to help, not hurt," He spoke softly, trying to reassure them.

As he assessed their condition, he noticed the tent flap rustled slightly. Instincts honed by years of combat snapped him to attention. He drew his pistol and turned toward the entrance just as three bandits stumbled in, laughing raucously, unaware of the change in their fortune. The first bandit, catching sight of Vincent, barely had time to register surprise before Vincent fired. The silenced M17 muffled the sound to a soft cough as the bullet struck the bandit squarely in the forehead. The man's laughter cut off as he dropped to the ground. Without pausing, Vincent shifted his aim to the second bandit, who was now reaching for his weapon. Another soft report from the M17 and the second man fell, a clean shot to the head. The third, momentarily frozen by the swift and silent deaths of his companions, barely managed to squeak out a sound before Vincent's third bullet silenced him permanently.

With all three bandits down, Vincent quickly moved to the bodies, kicking away their weapons and checking their pulses to ensure there were no surprises. He then turned back to the terrified women, who had watched the swift justice rendered on their abusers.

"You're safe now," he reassured them. "But I need to leave you here for a while as I will find

the princess."

After saying that, Vincent exited the tent and turned his sights to the largest tent. It must be where the princess is and the ringleader who orchestrated this.